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"I'm an athlete too, I'm not scared of sweat." My comment causes his eyebrow to rise, and for his gaze to slide over my body. "Trust me, I know," he says in an absentminded murmur.
“Good girl,” Kane praises, those two words doing more to me than my first boyfriend managed to do in an entire year. I think Kane knows it, too, because his lip twitches when I feel my cheeks flame.
“You look so pretty like this,” I murmur in a haze, watching her from under hooded eyes. Her moves aren’t graceful, or practiced, they’re just… hungry.
“Tell me, Isabella,” I drawl. “Am I right in assuming you have way too many of these ballerina outfits?” I straighten so I can see her eyes widen at the question. She nods quickly, biting into her lower lip in anticipation. “Good. Then I can destroy this one.” And then I’m reaching under her skirt and tearing her tights at the seam.
"I control when you come, and how hard. And right now, I want you to take my fingers like a good fucking girl and come all over my hand. Understood?"
I can’t move, can’t speak, can’t do anything other than spit on the perfect, pink cunt she just exposed and thrust all the way home in one rough motion.
"You wouldn't pay to watch me strip?" I tease with a pretend pout. I'm met with a hard look. "Princess, I'd give my left arm to watch you strip. But I'd pay ten times that to make sure no one else ever gets to."
“I’m going to enjoy stretching this pretty ballerina pussy with my cock,” I murmur in her ear.
"Don't touch her," he barks. Striding across the apartment, he grabs my arm and tugs me slightly behind him. "I swear to God, I will rip you apart if you touch her.”
"I swear to God, if you even think of hurting her, I'll make you regret ever giving birth to me," he snarls, the venom in his voice so real, even his mom sucks in a surprised breath. Kane steps into her space, leaning down to get into her face. "You think your boyfriends fucked up your life before? I will fucking ruin you if you hurt her."
"Get your fucking hands off her,” I bark, standing from my barstool. "She's with me."
